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letra de 1 up top - trxsto

[intro]
gotta turn these n-ggas up
aye, aye
let’s go
aye, aye come on
let’s go

[verse: trxsto & marqo]
foe nem 4 deep, we was creeping wit’ the heat
got the glock on the seat we ain’t aiming at yo’ feet
never lacking get it cracking, b-tch you know i keep a heat
1 up top, at his mop, tryna leave his ass deceased
and we speeding from the feds, w-we ain’t aiming at his legs
and these bullets special ed 9 millimeter hit his head
he was dissing on the dead, so we hit him wit’ the lead
you a opp and you a fed, b-tch i stand on what i said
i oughta up this big b-tch and get to actin’ funny
bro tryna slide wit’ a revolver he a f-ckin’ dummy
b-tch i’m not a rapper, wrap a n-gga like a f-cking mummy
fitted on his head these cappin’ n-ggas ain’t getting no money
fat b-tch she eat the d-ck, i can’t f-ck no fat b-tch
[?] with the money, get addicted to them racks b-tch
jump straight off the porch and grab a torch i feel like roddy ricch
how you actin’ tuff bro wrote a statement and yo homie snitched?
ding dong ditch, got hit wit’ switch and left him in the ditch
whole gang paid in full, feeling like we money mitch
exotic i got foreign cars, we put glitches on them bl!cks
cut my homie off cuz he was leaching, just like a tic
if you drop a diss i’ll get you hit, bet i’ll send a blitz
i put that sh-t on wit’ the fits, [?]
yo homie in that jam, and he dropping dimes up in that b-tch
foe nem in the can, they committing crimes up in that b-tch
cooling wit’ my b’s, yeah i brought my slimes up in that b-tch
take the watch up off his wrist
now he can’t tell the time up in that b-tch
alley oop his hoe, pass to bro now we gotta go
he was talking out his top we tagged his toe and left him on the floor
creeping on his block we got the pole, right up at his door
foe nem keep a glock he get sh-t hot just like a kitchen stove
he said i’m a crash dummy, n-gga i ain’t never drove
shorty she was fishy hit the shower she ain’t smell dough
n-gga tried to play wit’ me i popped his ass at cedar grove
foe, why you pop his ass at cedar grove bro?
man n-gga i was bappin
i got brothers in that field tryna make it off of rapping
he be talking all that hot sh-t, in reality he cappin
we ain’t going back and forth
bro bend the block and get to smacking
this a big boy glock when it shoot sound it clapping
head straight to the beef, i ain’t in to all that tappin’
no bap

- trxsto

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